初瀬川はやくのことは知らねども
今日の逢ふ瀬に身さへながれぬ
今日の逢ふ瀬に身さへながれぬ
- Roma-ji
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Hatsusegawa hayaku no koto wa shiranedomo
kyō no ause ni mi sae nagarenu - English Translation
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Of the Hatsuse,
of its swift past, I know nothing—
yet at this meeting,
this glad crossing of today,
even my body flows away
- Meaning
- Of the swift past of the Hatsuse I know nothing—yet at this glad meeting today, my tears run, and my very body seems to flow away with them.
- Commentary
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Part One: Tamakazura
This is her answer to Ukon. Weeping, we are told, she was lovely to look at. Ukon marveled that she had grown so beautiful with nothing rough or countrified about her, and was glad in her heart for the nurse's rearing. Where her mother Yugao had been all youth and ease, soft and yielding, this lady had dignity, and her bearing was accomplished enough to make one feel one's own shortcomings. Afterward, hearing how the Minister of the Center had brought all his many children up to their places in the world, she began, obscure as she was, to hope. They asked after each other's lodgings before parting; Ukon's house was near the Rokujo estate, and not far from the Ninth Ward either.
"Hatsuse-gawa" takes up the "old river" of Ukon's poem. "Hayaku" plays on the swiftness of the current and on long ago, and belongs to the river's imagery. Taken from the capital at four, she had no means of knowing her mother or her own parentage. "Au se" is an occasion of meeting, playing on "se," a shallow crossing. "Even my body flows away" is: not tears alone but my very self seems to be carried off—again in the river's train of words. Piling up the language of the river, the poem holds together the pain of years passed in ignorance and the joy of this meeting.
- Author
- Murasaki Shikibu
- Source
- Genji Monogatari
- Other
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- Set against the beat of a heart that pounds and pounds with all its trouble, even the Sea of Thunder proved no hindrance to us at all
- Had I not come here to seek the place where they stand, those two cedar trees, would I have found you at all beside the old river's edge?
- Though you do not know, ask, and you will come to know: like the sedge that grows in the inlet of Mishima, these threads of ours will not break
- This sedge of no worth— by what thread of destiny was it ever set to put its roots down and stay here in the mire, in this grief?